Archive for September, 2010

The longer I don’t do a blog entry here, the more pressure I feel to do one.Frankly, I have felt swamped with school starting and football season starting and getting some home projects done before winter actually kicks in. This website is going to change. I keep saying that, and I know it, but I just keep getting busy with other projects. I am leaving Brian wondering. Sorry, man. Bad month for computer stuff.Here are some semi-random thoughts, just so I feel like I wrote something.You never have friends like you do when you were seven.I have known fully one fifth of my Facebook friends since kindergarten or the first grade. And I still worry about them. One of my friends ended up in the hospital this week, and I was actually really, really concerned. Not FB concerned…I mean, like I was concerned concerned. This is someone I met when I was about five, and have had very little contact with after high school 20 years ago.My point being that if I had 500 friends on FB, none of them would mean as much as the 50 friends I do have. I’m a pretty fucking loyal guy. I have chosen my actual friends very wisely over the years. As 40 comes, I am proud of that.Speaking of turning 40…I had better not get a sneak attack. My mid-life crises state couldn’t take it. Seriously…I am just thinking the best thing I can do is find a stranger on the street who doesn’t smell and buy us both tickets to Australia for two weeks for my birthday. Then write about. I actually thought this out.I would just go to the local “wherever people that have no jobs” hang out and interview people; ultimately picking one of them to fly with me to Sydney or Auckland or something. (Probably New Zealand because I’ve done Australia.)What really got me the other day was that a 37-year-old crash victim was described on the news as a “young man.” On the same channel, a 40-year-old murder victim was just “a man.”Speaking of what words mean and say….I am in a funk on my story. Almost 100,000 words later, and it’s awesome. I just don’t like it.Which is kind of like my life right now.I digress.Wait…My life is awesome and I don’t like it.That’s a pretty damned good summary.I’m verklumpt.Stuck.My right and left brain are fighting an epic battle.I digress again.(And no, this isn’t anything strange…I am mostly doing what I have always done with the blog, for those of you that read it regularly, and just free-typing.)You know what I should do?Seriously…my friend Carl reminded me of this the other day when I was mentioning a couple of bands I saw in concert in 1989 and the fact I was clueless that I was watching two music worlds colliding.What I should do is write an autobiography.But I want mine to be fiction.Not because the stuff isn’t true, but because I don’t want to defend how true it actually is in reality. Call it “40 Gump.” Plus, I have realized I’ve started not remembering everything as well as I should. It would just be a memoir of the way I see things over my first 40 years.Actually, that’s not a bad idea.I need a trip to New Zealand to start writing it.

If all goes well, later today I will have real TV streaming into my office.

Pilar said I needed to wait until the end of the summer to order the $10-a-month addition of a new dedicated DVR receiver. The big thing was that I needed to get moved in and see how things were working.

Honestly, THEY WERE NOT WORKING WELL WITHOUT DISH.

Whether it’s Sirius channels playing or CNN…I just grove better when I have the noise of the TV in the background.

There is a reality I have to face…for me to write at my best, or do art or photography work, I need a TV on stereo blairing in the background.

My biggest problem my entire professional and academic life has been organization. I know where everything is, it’s just not in any rhyme or reason order other than spatial or visual.

If I know where I put something, that’s where it needs to be. And it should be.

So I wrote a crapload of stuff last week. The problem was I, literally, did it on my different devices. Good stuff, too. The problem is that now I am spending most of my week reconciling everything and filling in the gaps. I’m not going to solve the whole book in a week, but there are 60,000+ words just floating around on various pads and computers. I have to stop and think about which part I was thinking of where and then what device I had when I wrote it. Some of it’s just detailed notes. Some of it is brilliant. It doesn’t matter. It’s like going on a writing binge and then playing CSI to piece it all back together.